Extra-Time Extravanganza Tears Taeshan Asunder
If Audioslavia were the type of nation to appoint people as 'knights of the realm' for entirely spurious reasons, national team manager Israel Klimt would have been arriving to matches on horseback a long time ago.
Cynics argue that Klimt has simply carried on the work initially performed by former boss Andre-Luis Partico, who tore out the almost pulse-less heart of the side that struggled to forlornly in World Cup 62 qualifying, rebuilt the dying bull from scratch, and lead it to an unlikely victory in the AOCAF Cup final, but the fact remains that Klimt has done what no Audioslavian manager has in recent years - got the side playing solidly, efficiently, and made them very, very hard to beat.
When asked exactly what Klimt has changed, Klimt has simply pointed to the five men at the back. Centre-halves Ruy Garcia and John Ryan - both rarely used four years ago - have formed a lethal partnership, quite ridiculously palmed off as Audioslavia's 'weakness' by the Taeshani media going into last night's game. Those two, along with the prodigious goalkeeping talents of Strike FC's Kajaxo Imaslavii, have ensured that Audioslavia's goals-against tally has remained at an awesome zero for the entire tournament so far - four games, plus extra time last night, no goals conceded. It doesn't even matter that the Bulls themselves only managed a paltry one goal in the entire first round: With this defence, it was enough.
And Audioslavia's tripled that tally with a fantastic display of will, determination and fitness in extra time last night.
It has become difficult to give Audioslavia's games any real narrative in recent weeks, at least since their brave display in facing down the dangerous ursines of Bears Armed. At the heart of Audioslavia's play has been a version of anti-football, keeping players behind the ball until the opponent's tactics become apparent, before finding a way to counter effectively. Against Taeshan, even that level of narrative was rendered unavailable, with the Taeshani's point-black refusal to send more than a handful of players into the attack rendering the first half of the game almost unwatchable.
Half-time: Shots on goal: Nil. For both sides. Not even a pop from long range.
The second half began with both sides taking a few more chances. The fullbacks from either side started to make their way up the pitch during attacks, cautiously at first, but after Peter Fasnacht and Elijah Knickerbocker combined to tear a hole in the left side of Audioslavia's defence, whip a ball into the box and watch Ender Wiggin flick a header agonizingly high of the target, the purple-clad Taeshanis started to realise they could inflic some damage on the previously impregnable Audioslavian defence. Ryan Portmanteau would go close on fifty-five minutes, being fed again by a cross from that right hand side but skewing his shot too close to Imaslavii, who turned it round the post.
Five minutes later, Taeshan should have had the lead, and Portmanteau is probably still wondering how he didn't make it 1-0 there and then.
Some neat interplay on the left had let in the talismanic Gwyn Juniper who, with a drop of the shoulder and a turn of pace, beat Cezanne, took the ball into the area, held off a challenge from Garcia and, with a perfectly weighted pass, fed the ball through the legs of John Ryan and into the path of Portmanteau. The striker, just eight yards from goal, with Imaslavii struggling to close the yawning gap between himself and what had quickly become the near post, struck the ball clean and true, first time, and seemed to raise an arm in the air expectantly. Imaslavii probably didn't even see the ball, but flung himself in the general direction of the near post all the same, one arm flailing in the air, the other stretched out in front of him as far as possible. The ball shot into the goalkeeper's right hand, almost batting it out of the way on its way to goal, but the glancing blow was enough to alter the ball's trajectory, deflecting it onto the bar and back down off a bewildered Imaslavii's shoulder. The Audioslavian goaleeper turned and watched for a split second as the ball bounced back along the line, and saw Portmanteau race onto the loose ball. Just half a yard from goal, Portmanteau was possibly thinking about the headlines of the next day's newspapers as he touched the ball into the empty net, but didn't reckon on a scrambling James Courier, ripping the ball off the striker's foot with a lunging, sliding swipe, sweeping the ball back accross the line and into the arms of Imaslavii.
Portmanteau seemed too shocked to even bring his hands up to his head, something his Audioslavian rivals didn't have a problem with as the referee awarded an indirect free-kick for a pass-back. Debatable at best: It's unlikely Courier intended to give the ball directly to his goalkeeper. The resulting kick, right on the corner of the six-yard box, was tapped towards Portmanteau, who exhasperatedly sighed as his shot struck two players before being cleared.
James Courier, not making do with merely saving his side's bacon with the last-ditch tackle, went about quelling Taeshan's attacking impetus. Audioslavia seemed to change to an odd 4-4-1 formation, with Courier as a '1' not on the same plane as everyone else, tearing after the ball whenever it made its way to one of the wings, putting players under pressure, forcing mistakes, negating the dangerous flank-play the Taeshanis had built up over the second half.
James Courier is becoming a vital part of Audioslavia's midfield
Courier himself would register Audioslavia's first shot on target in the match, as late as the seventieth minute, bringing down a clearance twenty-five yards from goal, taking it out of his feet, and smashing a left-footed shot low to the goalie's left, with the Taeshani stopper having to dive at full-stretch to scoop the ball away.
The last ten minutes of normal time saw the game, finally, spring to life, with the Taeshani's making a spirited attempt to end the game before extra-time kicked in, and the natural fitness of the Audioslavians started to truly make a difference. Portmanteau would cap off a disappointing performance by skying a header six-feet over the bar from an otherwise dangerous cross, before Xavier Ptolemy was let through after a swift, first-touch passing move, only to drag a shot wide of the goal from twenty feet.
The Audioslavian fans and players were the only ones who welcomed the full-time whistle, indicating an extra half an hour of football to be played. The neutrals watching on television would probably have already switched off their televisions in boredom.
Audioslavia, apparently buoyed by some words of inspiration from Israel Klimt, tore out of the blocks in the first half of extra-time, forcing two saves from Dru Holiday before even a minute had been played, the first a long range effort from Karsten Eiger, the second an attempt finish of the rebound which Wim Van Wildernis played tamely into the arms of the recovering keeper. Taeshan had an opportunity themselves via a Wiggin shot that squirted past Imaslavii, who was relieved to see it flash past the post for a goal-kick, but Audioslavia were, without a doubt, the side in ascendancy and, just two minutes after the Taeshanis kicked off for the second half of extra time, Audioslavia finally took the lead.
James Courier won a high ball in the centre of the park, knocking a header down to Van Wildernis who immediately sprayed the ball over to the wing. Mannestraal Jansen - on as a 95th minute substitute for his brother, Zonnestraal, raced almost directly at his opposite number, feinting a right turn before beating the full back down the left and playing an awkward cross with his weaker left foot. The ball bobbled accross the area, recovering defender Jordan Jaffacake lost his balance trying to change direction and only manage to help the ball onto the feet of Karsten Eiger who side-footed a shot to the goalkeeper's right. Holiday stuck out a stiff arm, blocking it, and scrambled forward to block a secondary effort from the recovering Eiger, successfully getting in the way of the attempted poke home. Holiday, however, could do nothing about the next rebound, and could only watch as Wim Van Wildernis reached the ball ahead of two defenders and finished it into the gaping net for 1-0.
Deep into extra time, Wim Van Wildernis finally relieves the tension
The sight of the Audioslavian midfielder wheeling away towards the crowd, watched by a hundred cameras all trembling in the mild tremour caused by the celebrating Audioslavians, will surely become the defining image of the tournament for us.
The goal shook the Taeshanis to their core and, at the most vital of times, their game went to pieces. Van Wildernis was almost allowed a second after he intercepted a horrible pass out of defence from Lydie, took the ball in his stride and clipped a curling finish round the goalkeeper, the ball dropping just over the bar. The damage would finally be done with six minutes to go in the game. Van Wildernis was there again, playing a one-two with Courier before playing a slide-rule pass to Karsten Eiger. Eiger's control let him down, losing sight of it as the goalkeeper closed him down but, in a moment that may well be remembered just as fondly as the first goal, recovering defender Jordan Jaffacake slid in to disposess the Audioslavian striker, did so, but only succeeded in sweeping the ball past his own goalkeeper and into the gaping net.
Not the first time a man with the name Jaffacake had scored and own goal to give Audioslavia an advantage in a World Cup match.
The final whistle was greeted with the kind of noise usually reserved for cup-final wins. In truth, this may have been Audioslavia's cup final, what with who the side have to face in the next round.
Audioslavia have lost to Polar Islandstates at home and away, this cycle. Can they overcome the Terns on neutral ground?
This reporter made his prediction, a while ago, that the World Cup trophy would be flying north to Polar Islandstates when all is said and done. The Polarians, by far the best Rushmori side left in the competition, haven't exactly set the world alight so far, and needed extra-time to get past Osarius in the second-round, but even in the toughest half of the draw, the men from the north should have enough to get themselves into the final, in which only Valanora would be considered favourites to score the victory over them.
Aside from having won the double header in World Cup 63 qualifying, and having a 3-1-0 record against the Bulls, Polar Islandstates have to be considered favourites for a number of reasons. First and foremost, Audioslavia have already accomplished everything that could have possibly dreamt of, so far. Only two years ago, when the opening qualifiers were still on the horizon, Israel Klimt remarked upon the side's amassing of wins, and points, as being vital to achieving a good seeding for the WC64 qualifiers, in which a slightly older and wiser Bulls team would challenge for the first time. The idea of qualifying, outright, ahead of the Polarians, Liventians, Akbarabadi and the like, wasn't quite unthinkable, but the bar had been lowered so much by Txo Morea that just making a good account of ourselves would have been sufficient for Klimt to end the qualifiers feeling like a success.
After qualification became a 'thing', the simply accumulation of a few points here and there was, again, deemed 'enough' for Klimt, if not by Klimt himself. Nobody expected Audioslavia to reach the second round, or even to get more than a couple of points. After the opening-day win over #2 ranked Bears Armed, the bar barely moved at all, and even the most fervent follower of the national side was surprised when the men in claret and green held Milchama and Mytannion to secure a spot in the second round.
From here, we began to get greedy. To beat Taeshan, to reach the quarter-final, suddenly meant a lot. Firstly, three more ranking points in the bag would be a welcome addition in the run up to the AOCAF and the next tournament. Secondly, and this was a big one, a win in the second round would give Audioslavia one more 'SRS' point which, although not important to some, would still catapult Audioslavia up and over a certain nation named Total n Utter Insanity and, well, nobody who knows their football history will question our motivation to accomplish that little feat, or 'set the world to normal again' as someone said.
Some Audioslavians may also be thinking, secretly, deep down... Do we even want to go any further?
Although few 'slavians would consider themselves statistics buffs - we leave that to the Osari and Polarians - our near-perfect record in semi-finals would be seriously put to the test against either #3 ranked Babbage Islands or The Archregimancy, and from there...
Are we even ready for another final? Could our hearts take it?
Polar Islandstates, on the other hand, will see this as a golden opportunity gone begging if they don't reach that coveted final, what with so many of the world's top footballing nations already out of the competition, and with the prospect of sending retiring, world reknowned coach Jorgen Hauge off into the sunset with a medal around his neck, having left a golden star above the Polarians's crest, the game has to be considered theirs to lose.
With the way this tournament has progressed so far, however, and taking into account the Audioslavians' perfect defensive record, form, and the determination they've shown in getting this far: Would anyone in their right mind write off the Bulls?
IBJJ, G'NB